John's Chair

OK, here's a reason I love this man: he is totally unafraid of what other people think! His main gripe about our flat is that there are no comfortable chairs. It's furnished with modern Ikea leather sofas that convert to twin-sized beds. Uncomfortable for lounging. So we're walking down the street and pass a used furniture store where we wandered in and bought this great (and light-weight!) chair for 30 pounds. John carried it home through the streets of London (OK, so it was only 5 blocks).

I'm adding this to my memories of him carrying a Coleman cooler through the streets of Santa Fe (asking some people seated at an outdoor cafe, "Is this an all-you can-eat buffet?") and driving an overloaded pick-up truck of odds and ends 15 miles down Lamar Blvd. With a rocking chair strapped to the top of the heap. I think I've already mentioned the large wooden table strapped upside down to a camping trailer. He always makes me laugh.